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Year Four
“When does their flight get in?”
“ Saturday at
Andy’s father, Nelson Barnes and his partner,
“Are we going to decorate before they get here,” Andy asked?
“That’s okay with me,” I responded.
“Well,” Andy went on, “maybe we should wait until they get
here. That way they could enjoy
decorating with us. On the other hand maybe it would be better to have it all
done and they could just walk in and enjoy the ambiance. Whatdaya think?”
“Either way. What ever you’d like,” I said.
“Okay,” Andy went on without making a decision. “What about sleeping arrangements?”
I smiled to myself, “Remember we decided that they could use the
downstairs bedroom because that would give them more privacy.”
“Oh, yeah, right. Which
sheets should we use? The flowered ones
are so …well gay for a better word.”
“Aren’t your dad and Mr. Perkins gay?” Interjected Brad.
I chuckled.
“Yeah, but… well okay, maybe flowers would be all right then.”
“Anything you want.” I was trying hard not to laugh now.
Brad’s head was swiveling back and forth between us as if he was
at a tennis match.
“How about Peppermint Schnapps?
“It’s in the basement refrigerator.”
“How much did you get? Did you get egg nog? Vernor’s? Dad likes a high
ball with Vernor’s.
I’ll just run down and check.”
With that Andy was gone.
Brad looked at me with a ‘What the heck was that all about?'
expression on his face.
I smiled and explained that Andy hadn’t known his dad when he was
a child. That they’d met in a strange
twist of fate only two years ago.
“That kinda explains it. Well, it’s good to be with your folks at
Christmas.” Brad looked sad. This was only his second Christmas since his
parents had been killed. He’d done well last year but you could tell that he still
hurt at the thought of being without them.
We’d thought about inviting his grandmother for the holidays but
thought better of it as she’d had a hard time, at first, allowing Brad to live
with a gay couple. We thought the
overload of Nelson and
Andy returned to the room.
He handed me a beer and gave Brad one of the two Pepsi’s he carried in
his other hand. Sitting down on the
couch he sighed. “I need to relax.”
Brad and I both nodded in agreement.
“I’ll take care of that in a bit,” I said and winked at him.
Brad sort of blushed. A
minute later I noticed he’d adjusted himself in his jeans.
((((((((((0))))))))
Later that night after a warm shower together Andy and I lay on
the bed. “Ready to
relax?”
“Ubetchim, Red Ryder.”
I got up, walked to the bathroom and took a bottle of body oil out
of the medicine cabinet. By the time I
had returned to the bed Andy had pulled off his boxers and had turned on his
stomach. I took a slow deep breath at
the site of his beautiful, muscular buttocks.
Dropping my towel, I crawled over the dog’s trundle, the dogs, and onto
the bed.
I straddled his legs and poured oil on my hands. Rubbing my hands together to warm the oil I
admired his back. Once more, the beauty of this man whose life I now shared
overwhelmed me.
Running my hands over his back, shoulders, arms and butt, I
slowly, deliciously experienced the wonder of arousal. I watched as my penis filled, lengthened and
stood out from my body proud and hard.
As I continued my ministrations to the body of the man I loved, I leaned
forward until my tumescence pressed against the crevice of his ass. Taking a deep breath, I undulated back and
forth in that position until I was close to release.
I was well lubricated with the body oil and was able to open him
with my fingers easily. Andy raised his hips off the bed and I pressed down,
guiding myself into his body. He sighed.
Stretching myself full length onto his back, sliding my arms along his, burying
my face into his hair, I loved him. I
loved him with all my heart and soul. In
union with him the love we shared surrounded us. As my passion swelled within me I was lost in
the wonder of it all. I breathed out his
name at the same time I released my seed into him. I lay on his back, and softly caressed his
arms. Reluctantly I withdrew. He turned
over. I straddled him again but this
time he was lying on his back. His firm
hard penis rubbed against me, ready to penetrate me and share his produce with
me. He entered with ease and as I rose
and fell he looked deeply into my eyes. He mouthed ‘I love you, I love you,’
over and over in rhythm with his strokes.
Too soon he held his breath, stiffened beneath me and released a
strangled groan as he pumped the blueprint of his being into my body. There were times when I understood how a
woman must feel when a man offers her this design of himself.
We lay side by side. I was
stroking his hair, kissing him, pressing myself against him. “I love you,” he said to me, this time out
loud.
“I never get tired of hearing you say it.”
“David,” Andy was more serious than before. “Did you notice how Brad reacted to your
suggestion of how you were going to help me relax?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. Probably just teen-age hormones. Remember those?”
“How about adult hormones?” Andy pulled us into an embrace.
(((((((0)))))))
We stood outside the barrier at Metro. Since 9/11 no one was allowed on the
concourses to greet arriving visitors.
Andy kept dancing on his toes.
“I wonder if they missed
the plane?
Maybe they got on the wrong flight?”
Brad and I just shook our heads and smiled.
Finally Andy sang out, “There they are!”
We saw two, well-dressed, nice looking men coming down the
concourse to the check-point. They were
carrying their carry-on’s. They smiled and waved when they saw us.
Now, when we'd met Nelson and Norman in
After picking up their luggage and walking back to the super cab truck
we set out for home. By an unfortunate
decision Brad was wedged in between the two older men in the back seat.
“So, you're Brad,” said
“Ah, thanks,” mumbled Brad, looking to Andy and I in the front
seat.
“Tell me, my fine Adonis, when did you discover you were gay?”
“
“What?” said
“To the bus?”
Brad was non-plussed.
“Yes, dear boy, ‘the Bus’”
“
“Alright, alright,” said
“Sixteen, I’ll be seventeen in March.”
“Ah, well then perhaps you're just working out your sexual
orientation. No matter, why I didn’t
realize I was gay until I was about 25.
You have plenty of time.”
I caught Brad’s eye in the rear view mirror. I smiled as reassuringly as I could. Brad gave a crooked little smile and slumped
in his seat.
((((((((0)))))))
Christmas was a wonderful celebration of family. All the kids came home for the holidays. Angie was pregnant again and we were all
pulled into the name game offering suggestions as to what the new comer would
be called.
“Mr. B?”
“Yes, Brad?” Brad and I
were alone in the family room with the dogs enjoying the glow of Claudia on New
Year’s Eve.
“Could I ask you something?”
“Of course, anything. But, aren’t you going to Jenny’s
New Year’s Eve Party?” Jenny was Brad’s
girlfriend.
“Uh yeah, but I wanted to talk to you … alone.” Andy was gone on an emergency vet call.
“What’s on your mind, son?”
I felt a surge of happiness to call Brad that. He had truly become our son, Andy’s and mine.
Brad studied his hands, then rubbed
Annie’s neck as she snuggled against him.
Finally he said with a definite note of concern in his voice, “Why did
Mr. Perkins think I was gay?”
‘Oh boy!’
“I don’t really know, Brad.
Maybe he assumed that because you’re living with us you are. Maybe it's just because he is a funny old
man.” I chuckled. I was glad that Brad did, too.
“How do you know you are gay?
I mean when do you know?”
“Wow, those are tough questions.
I don’t know if I have all the answers.
I can tell you what my experience was, but I know it’s different for
everyone.”
“Would you? I mean … I don’t want you to feel you have too… but I
really want to know.”
“Well, Brad, I was just a kid when I knew that there was something
different in the way I felt about boys.
I wanted them to be my brothers. I had none. I had fantasies about being kidnapped with
them and being tied up together and having to help each other to escape. Sometimes I pretended we were freezing and we
had to keep each other warm. As the
years went on the fantasies became more and more sexual.” I didn’t want to go
into the details of this.
“But, you got married?”
“Yeah, I did. You have to
remember I grew up a long time ago. . . . It wasn't cool to be gay
then. Not that it is now, but it was worse then. I didn't feel I had a
choice. I thought getting married was the only path I could follow:
that or become a priest. If I stayed single I would be found out. I thought about becoming a priest because
there it doesn’t arouse suspicion to not be married. I had a boyfriend in high
school. We loved each other very much
but in the end we both married. I was
his best man and he was mine. It was the
only way we felt safe from discovery.”
I studied Brad’s face. He
was concentrating on all I said with knitted brow.
I figured I needed to push this a bit farther. “ Why do you want to
know?”
Brad didn’t reply at once.
“Don’t you feel anything for … girls?”
“Well, I appreciate a beautiful woman.”
“But, you had kids?”
“Yes I did. Brad, sexuality isn’t that black and white.
Sex in itself is good. It is an inborn need. How it’s expressed varies. I can feel sexually attracted to a woman, I
can have sex with them, but deep down I know that I prefer men. Does this make any sense to you?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Brad, working out your sexual orientation can be a scary
thing. My best advice is for you not to
get too up tight about it.” I took a deep breath, and took the plunge. “Do you
think that you are gay?”
“Uh, no, I was just wondering.”
I didn’t believe him.
Just then Andy came in. The
dogs leapt up and ran to greet him. Annie much more slowly
than Jake. Brad got up and said he better get going. He and Andy hugged
each other a Happy New Year.
When we were alone Andy took me in his arms. “Happy New Year, David.”
“Happy New Year, Babe.”
“Babe?”
“What? I always call you babe.”
“No you don’t,” Andy shook his head and laughed.
“Well, I always wanted too.”
I poked him in the ribs.
“You can call me anything you want as long as you love me.” We
kissed.
“Uh,” Andy continued, “do you think we will have enough
privacy to um…”
“Reenact our first New Year’s by the tree?”
“Yeah, … Babe.” He winked.
“Ubetchim.”
(((((0)))))
It was time for Brad’s birthday.
We had a family celebration. Brad
asked if he could have a few friends over on the weekend for a party as
well. We agreed.
The few friends turned out to be half the junior class. We didn’t really mind. Brad’s friends were a pretty nice group of
kids. Besides they were in the home of a
man that many of them had had as a teacher or coach. They knew I knew where they lived.
There was lots of laughter and loud music. Andy and I played bartender and waiter and
kept them supplied with pop and pizza.
We tried to keep out of their way as much as possible.
At some point I noticed that Brad was gone. I asked Andy about it.
“I haven’t seen him or Jenny for about an hour,” Andy said handing
a Pepsi and almost an entire pizza to a guy that was as big as both Andy and I
put together.
Just then a very disgruntled Jenny came downstairs looking
disheveled. She seemed about to
cry. Brad followed her down the stairs.
“Look, I’m sorry … I didn’t mean… Jenny, please.”
“Mr. Bennett, would you take me home, please.”
I looked at Brad; he appeared to be on the verge of tears. Andy gave me a look that said, ‘go ahead I'll
take care of this.’
“Sure Jenny.” We left.
After I got home the party went on for a couple more hours. Brad seemed less enthusiastic than earlier,
but he still functioned as a good birthday boy and host.
After bidding his last guest good night he started for the stairs.
“Brad?”
He stopped, turned and said, “I’m okay.”
“If you want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about. Good night.”
(((((0))))))
May brought an early summer, and we were able to say goodbye to
the long drab spring. The warm breezes
and sunshine were definitely welcome. I
spent more time at the barn getting Snazzy ready for the up coming show season. Andy was busy with spring shots, drawing
blood for Coggin’s tests for Equine Infectious
Anemia, without which you wouldn’t be allowed to show, and the regular bumps
and bruises of spring. He returned one
Saturday afternoon visibly shaken.
“What’s going on?” I asked as he got out of the truck. I was sitting on Snaz.
He looked around. “I’ll
tell you on the way home.”
I put Snazzy away while Andy did the billing updates on the
computer in the office. We met in the
parking area, chatted for a few minutes with some of the barn folk and got in
the truck.
I was driving. Andy sat
with his head in his hands. I waited for
him to decide when to talk about whatever was bothering him.
Finally he took a deep breath and said, “Shit!”
“Well, that sums it up alright,” I said trying to lighten him up.
“Mrs. Ferguson.”
“What about, Mrs. Ferguson?”
“She wants me.”
“To take care of her horses? You already have that account don’t you?”
“Yes, no, shit,” He said again.
“Okay, let me hear it from the beginning.”
“Yes, I have, or had her account. No, it's not about that. When I said she wants me, I mean she WANTS
ME!”
“Owwwh.”
“What am I gonna do?”
“Well,” I was slightly amused at this point, “do you want her?”
“Are you kidding me? Of course I don’t!
“Just asking.”
I chuckled.
“David, this is serious.”
“I’m sorry. Tell me what happened.”
“I was answering a farm call at her place. She was waiting in the barn with a horse that
she said was lame. I had her lunge
it. I couldn’t see anything wrong with
the way the gelding went. I told her
so. She said it had been limping this
morning. I told her again that there was
nothing wrong with it now. She put the
horse away. Then she asked me to come in and have an iced tea since it was such
a hot day. I should’ve known something
was up. But, stupid me, I went in. She poured the iced tea and excused herself.
When she came back, man I couldn’t believe it, she was in a teddy.”
I lost it again.
“David!”
“I’m sorry, Andy. What did you do?”
“I stood up, knocked over the chair, and got out of there as fast
as I could.”
I couldn’t hold it back, I laughed out loud.
“Oh, so now you think this is funny?”
“Andy, I'm sorry,” I said again.
I just think you’re taking this too seriously.”
“Well, maybe I am but what’m I gonna
do?”
“Just forget it, she probably got the message.”
Andy took a deep breath, “Maybe you’re right. I hope you’re
right.” He leaned back against his seat
and closed his eyes.
When we got into the house, the flasher on the phone was
indicating a voice mail. I picked up the
phone to see who it was. As I listened I
felt a combination of amusement and concern.
It was Mrs. Ferguson.
“It’s from your girlfriend,” I quipped.
“What!” Andy’s head snapped
up from sorting the mail.
At that same moment Brad walked in.
“Dr. B. has a girlfriend?”
“No, I don’t,” said Andy indignantly. “What the fuck does she want now?”
“Andy, please, language, not in front of the children.” I was
trying not to laugh.
“Seems that gelding you looked at this afternoon is having trouble
again, and she would be obliged if you would come back out and see if you can
pin point the problem this time.”
“She’s the one with the problem.”
“What’s this all about?”
Brad looked completely lost.
I briefly filled the boy in on Andy’s current crisis.
“Why don’t you just tell her you’re taken?”
“Duh!
Why didn’t I think of that,” said Andy a bit sarcastically. “Maybe it
was because I’m taken by a man, ya think?”
“What difference does that make,” rejoined Brad. “Taken is
taken.” And he walked out of the kitchen
with his snack.
“Boy’s got a point,” I added.
“Oh, all right. I’ll go
back and if she pulls one of her vamp charades I'll just tell her I’m a flaming
queen and be done with it.”
Later that evening Andy returned.
I was sitting in the family room with the dogs reading a book.
“Was she properly shocked?”
He took off his hat and walked into the kitchen. I followed him. Opening the fridge he took out a Pepsi,
popped the top and turned to me.
“Seems I’m the way I am because I've never been with a real
woman. She figures she's just the real
woman to cure me.” He took a big swig of
the pop. Any other
suggestions?”
(((((O)))))
Spring eased into full summer.
Show season took up a lot of our time.
Andy’s vet calls took up the rest of his. Brad was busy with a part time job at Mickey
D’s and football conditioning. This would be his senior year when the college
scouts were paying attention to the guys who might be good prospects for their
programs for the following season.
One rainy evening in June, Andy returned from an emergency call
late. I heard him in the shower. I lay
there listening to the rain on the roof.
Rolling over on my back I began stroking myself in anticipation of his
coming to bed. He came into the room,
switched on the bedside lamp and sat down to finish toweling his hair.
I moved over next to him and curved my body around his. He took in a deep breath as I ran my hand up his
side, caressed his nipple and nuzzled his leg.
The warm summer rain was a perfect aphrodisiac. He lay down beside me. Facing each other we softly caressed enjoying
each other’s features and form to the fullest. There was no rush, no flashing
lights, no sirens, just the quiet, peaceful sense of arousal that says so well,
‘I love you.’ Andy extracted the KY from
the bed stand. I rolled on my side. The
gentle rhythm of our union brought us both to climax. We lay there, joined bodily and spiritually
until we fell asleep.
The next morning the alarm went off jarring us both from a sound
sleep. The rain had ended and there was
that sense of clean freshness in the air. The sun was already up.
As we showered, shaved and dressed we talked.
“You gonna be able to make the show this week-end?” I asked
Andy.
“Ubetchim. Barring emergencies
of course.”
“Have you had any more
Andy stopped in mid stroke of his razor. “Come to think of it, no. Do ya think we dare hope that the old gal has
decided I’m a lost cause.?”
“If she has, then she doesn’t see what I saw on that icy night in
December four years ago.”
I walked up behind him and pressed myself against him. He sighed contentedly, both, I surmised, from
the love I was expressing to him in word and action, and from the thought that
maybe he was free of the designs of Mrs. Ferguson. He turned around and kissed me leaving my
face full of shaving cream.
Sunday, show time came and we arrived early as usual. Brad had come to help us and we were busy
getting things set up for the day. We
knew most of the folks who showed at this circuit so we were immediately aware
that a strange trailer had come in. We
watched it pull by and park near us.
Andy just about fell backward into the muck bucket when the driver
stepped out of the truck. It was Mrs.
Ferguson.
Actually Mrs. Ferguson flounced out of the driver’s seat. That's the only word to describe it. She looked like Dale Evans from an old Roy
Rogers movie. Her skirt was mid-calf
with fringe, she wore a vest over her blouse decorated with silver stars, and
her hat hung on her back held by a bolo cord around her neck. I expected a chorus of Happy Trails at any
moment.
“Yoo Hoo,
Andy.” She waved.
Andy sort of shook his hand in her direction.
She didn't come over to our trailer, but rather walked around the
back of hers and with the help of a young man who had arrived from the other
side, proceeded to unload a rather nice looking young horse.
“That’s her new prospect,” Andy said.
“Who, the hunk or the horse?” The young man
was quite a nice specimen in many ways: tall, wavy hair and a nice smile.
“Who’s that?” asked Brad returning the two buckets full of water
for Snazzy.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Never saw him before.”
“Brad, could you turn in my class registrations at the secretary’s
stand?”
“Sure,” he replied, took the registration cards from me and walked
off.
I few minutes later he returned.
“Well here’s the scoop,’ Brad said with a hint of excitement in
his voice, “His
name is Ted. He’s Mrs. Ferguson’s rider. Mrs. F.
isn’t going to show the horse herself, Ted
is. He usually shows with the class A
Arabian circuit. He’s sixteen and lives in Stockbridge half way between here
and
He uttered the whole story in one breath and smiled as he finished.
“Well, Brad, you certainly didn’t waste any time investigating the
guy,” Andy commented with a wink.
Brad blushed and looked very uncomfortable as if Andy had
discovered a secret.
“Well, I, um, well the girls were talking about him when I went to
turn in your registration cards, that’s all.”
I filed this reaction away for scrutiny later.
The day went pretty well for Snazzy and me. It went really well for Mrs. Ferguson, her horse and Ted. He was cleaning up in every class in his age group and beat Snazzy and me in Open Western Pleasure Sweepstakes. Mrs. F. could be seen clapping wildly and looking flirtatiously in Andy’s direction at frequent intervals.
During the lunch break she came over and sat down on the bleachers
with us. When I say with us I really
mean between us. In fact she wedged
herself in, and I nearly fell off the end of the bleachers. She placed her hand
on Andy’s thigh. Ted had come with her and
he sat in the row below next to Brad.
“Oh, Andy,” she breathed, “don’t you just love my new horse. I’m sorry that he beat your friend’s horse.
Oh, I'm Johanna Ferguson, by the way,” she addressed this remark to me. “And
you are?”
Andy was opening his mouth to make the introduction but I decided
to take the opportunity to defend my territory.
“I’m Dave Bennett, and Andy’s not my friend, he’s my lover.” And
with that I leaned over her, put my arm around his neck and planted a big
sloppy kiss on his lips.
In the movie, Bambi, when ‘man’ comes onto the meadow, all
the deer raise their heads and swing them in his direction. Well, that was the effect of my action, which
shocked even me. All heads and eyes were
on Andy and me. Not only those in our company but the folks sitting around us
that we didn’t know from Adam. Andy was bright red. I was, too, I think. I felt it anyway, but, shit, I'd had enough
of this brainless bimbo and her shenanigans.
No less shocked was Brad who looked as if he wanted to crawl under
the bleachers and die. Ted just kind of
chuckled. Johanna’s mouth dropped open.
But, did I stop there. No! I was on a roll. I was a knight in shining armor
saving my beloved from the fire-breathing dragon.
“He and I are going to
At this point Andy looked at me as if I had completely lost my
grip on reality.
“Well, it is,” I continued, caught in the thrill of the battle,
“and we're going to take full advantage of that opportunity. So, whatever your designs were on my man,
forget it.”
And with those words I had thrust my sword deep into the tender
underside of the beast.
Johanna Ferguson dropped her hand from Andy’s leg and tried to
compose herself.
“Now, if you'll excuse us, Andrew and I are going to go get me
ready for my next class. He has to zip me into my tight, tight chaps. Are you
coming, Brad?” I stood up, took a still
dazed Andy by the arm and walked him down the bleachers.
Brad got up and followed us down to the ground. Ted smiled and said, “ I’ll
call you.”
Brad just nodded.
I was adding this bit of information to that which I already had
catalogued on Brad when Andy said, “Are we really going to be married in
“To be honest, that just flew out of my mouth to get Mrs. F. out of
your life. But, if….”
Andy threw his arms around me.
“Could we…. I mean…. I know it wouldn’t mean anything here ….. but,” now he kissed
me in front of God and everyone.
Brad stopped and shook his head.
I couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or cute.
“Andy, I'll do whatever makes you happy. I know that nothing would make me happier
than to be married to you.”
I decided to contact Mike and find out what it would take to make
this happen.
The show ended well. I was
reserve high point champion. Mrs. Ferguson left without another word and never
called Andy again. But, Ted did call
Brad.
((((((O)))))))
Summer moved along. Brad
was heavy into football conditioning. I
was riding more and thinking seriously of moving beyond my local circuit and
showing some quarter horse events. Andy
no longer cowered when the phone rang. I
had emailed Mike and suggested that Andy and I were thinking of coming to
Brad and Jenny had recovered
from their split after his birthday bash. I was still ruminating on what was
going on with him. This was further
intensified by the frequent phone calls and visits from Ted.
In fact Brad, Jenny and Ted seemed to have become the Three
Musketeers. Brad seemed to be either
with Ted or with Ted and Jenny. Rarely was he with Jenny alone. I couldn't discern any indication of
displeasure with this arrangement when I observed things as closely as I could
without making them feel intruded upon.
One evening Andy and I were sitting on the deck. Brad and Ted had
announced that they were going to a movie.
“Going to pick up Jenny?”
“No, just us guys,” Ted said, as he put his arm on Brad’s shoulder
and squeezed his neck in a way that definitely denoted affection.
I couldn’t read Brad’s reaction.
“Have a great time,” Andy said.
“Thanks,” Brad replied. “Oh, Ted will be spending the night.”
“You want me to make up the bed downstairs?” I asked, suspecting the answer already.
“Uh, no he can just bunk in my room.”
“Yeah,” said Ted squeezing Brad’s neck even harder and inclining
his head toward him.
“Well, see ya.” Brad definitely blushed and broke away from Ted,
heading for the door.
“Bye,” Ted threw over his shoulder, along with a wink.
“Ho boy”
“Guess whose virginity may be on the chopping block tonight,”
observed Andy.
“Do you really think so?” I
was getting nervous about this situation.
“Ted is definitely gay.
He's worked out his orientation.”
“And you know this, how?” I asked, wondering how Andy, who had
never had another lover but me, was wise in the ways of the gay psyche whereas,
I, who’d been around the block a few times was in the
dark.
“Ted is comfortable checking us out.”
“Ted checks us out?”
Andy chuckled, “Yes. Every time he's here he looks us both
over. He doesn’t even try to hide the
fact he's undressing us with his eyes.
He probably has it all figured out that I’m uncut and you’re about seven
inches hard.”
I was amazed. I hadn't even
noticed a sixteen-year-old gay stud was measuring my dick.
“And,” Andy went on, “He's totally comfortable when we show
affection to one another. In fact he
gets this wistful expression on his face like he's wanting
to experience that in his life too.”
I’d been completely without a clue.
“And Brad?”
“I’m not sure if he's gay or not, but neither is he. He watches us all the time. He sees what we have together but he's not
sure he wants that. Also he doesn't know
if he's attracted to men exclusively, or if he wants a heterosexual life.”
“He's afraid to be gay?” I asked once again experiencing the
sensation that I was afraid he was gay.
“I don’t know. He knows
being gay isn't easy. But, at the same
time he sees that we have about the best of what it can be. He needs more time.”
I sighed. I’d convinced his
grandmother that Brad was safe with us.
Here he was in the midst of determining his sexual orientation in the
home of two men who were gay and happy to be so. Yet, why did I feel it so awful that he might
be gay? Why was I afraid to let him be gay?
I had to admit the pain of being homosexual that I had felt in all my
growing up years was still there. I had
lived both lives and knew that, while I could never deny the wonder of my love
for Patti and my children, my true nature was that of a man who loved men,
their form, their personalities, their mystique. I wanted Brad to realize who he was. I didn’t want him to just decide to be
something he wasn't. But, somehow I was
afraid for him to be gay. Hadn’t my life
been completed when I found Andy? Maybe
I had some issues that were yet to be resolved.
“Can’t we help him?” I was
groping for some way to be there for Brad when no one had been there for
me.
Andy got up and walked over to me.
He put his strong arms around my shoulders and drew me to my feet.
“It’ll be okay. He'll know
when it's his time. And he knows that we're here if and when he needs us.”
“I don’t want him to make the wrong choice.”
“It isn't a choice,” Andy reminded me. “The only choice is when
you choose to deny who you really are because some external force, societal,
religious, familial keeps you from expressing your true nature.”
“I don’t want our influence to be one of those external forces.”
Andy chuckled again. “You worry too much.” Then he kissed me.
((((((O)))))
I was suddenly awake. What
had awakened me? I felt Andy behind me,
his breath on my neck, his arm draped over my chest. He was still asleep. I carefully removed his arm, got out of bed
careful not to disturb the dogs on their trundle, and went into the
bathroom. After I finished pissing I
looked out the window. Brad’s truck was
parked at the curb. Walking out into the
main hall I noticed Brad’s door was still open and the light was on. I returned to our room and slipped on my
loungers.
When I got downstairs and into the kitchen, I saw that the
‘Welcome home light’ was still on but no others. I checked the family room: empty. I knew where they were. I knew that I should just let it be. I knew I wouldn’t. I walked to the top of the stairs to the
basement, silently remonstrating with myself for what I was about to do. About half way down the stairs I could hear
voices from the extra bedroom that I had offered to make up for Ted. My heart started to race. Since there was no light in the hallway I
knew the door was closed. I kept going
until I was all the way downstairs in the hall itself.
“It’s okay,” came Ted’s voice. “I was scared my first time, too. Just tell me if it hurts too much.”
Holy shit, I was listening in on Brad’s first fuck! Well, first
man-fuck anyway. I froze and immediately
became aware that as anxious as I was, I was getting hard!. ‘You are a piece of work, Bennett, you
pervert,’ I thought to myself.
“Oh, God, Ted.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No, no… Ted!”
I finally shook my head and took my hand away from my cock where
it had involuntarily found its way.
Retreating up the stairs, I made my way back to Andy and our
bedroom. He'd turned over and was facing
the wall. I took off my loungers,
climbed in bed, carefully opened the drawer and took out the KY. Coating my dick with lube, I slowly began to
apply pressure to the entrance of my lover’s body.
“What’s going on?” Andy roused himself.
I kissed his cheek and slid into him. “It’s my turn. You had
yours, now it’s mine.”
“Now?” He chuckled and then let out a deep moan of pleasure.